Fantasy I am the enemy of the world

"A top-grade Xuan-grade magic sword, three pieces of top-grade Xuan-grade treasure armor, a pound of gold and copper sand..."

Looking at the list given by Yang Feng, Murong Fu's expression was changing all the time. Finally, he put down the list with trembling hands, looked at Yang Feng with a wry smile and asked: "Your Majesty, you are really making things difficult for me. I am just a shopkeeper in a borderland. What do you want?"

These things are all rare, and even if I report them to the imperial capital, I may not be able to approve them."

Yang Feng glanced at Murong Fu: "You have already made a profit in exchange for a heaven-level top-grade Yuan Shu for these things. How can Jubaofang family have a great business and still bargain with me?"

After being scolded by Yang Feng, Murong Fu was immediately speechless. The value of the top-grade Yuan Shu at the heaven level far exceeded the things in Yang Feng's list.

"I will notify the Imperial Capital to send the sword and armor as soon as possible. It will take some time to assemble other materials."

"Okay, one month should be enough."

Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction. The top-level Yuan Shu at the heaven level was nothing to him. It was a good deal to exchange it for the things he needed for his cultivation.

"Your Majesty, I would like to take the liberty to ask, is this heaven-level sealing technique passed down by the person behind you? The heaven-level elemental art is of great importance, and even Treasure Juefang does not dare to say that it will be able to suppress this matter.

At that time, people with evil intentions will inevitably focus on this elemental art."

There are very few Yuanjutsu above the Earth level. The Academy only knows six Earth-level Yuanjutsu and two Heavenly Yuanjutsu. The entire Daxu royal family only has two more Heavenly Yuanjutsu than the Academy.

, it can be seen how valuable this heaven-level Yuan Shu is. Yang Feng can produce a top-grade Heaven-level Yuan Shu, which is enough to make countless people jealous.

If there is no strong backer behind him, Yang Feng will have a lot of troubles in the future.

"That's right."

Yang Feng knew what Murong Fu was worried about, and then responded.

"If the prince encounters any trouble, he can seek shelter at any branch of Jubaofang."

"My biggest trouble now is that my sister is missing."

Murong Fu smiled awkwardly. Although he mobilized all the informants in Jubaofang in Qingtie Mansion to find the whereabouts of Yang Yuling, he still has not received a reply.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, as long as your sister is still in Qingtie Mansion, I will definitely give you an explanation within two days."

Yang Feng nodded. In fact, he did not doubt Jubaofang's ability to obtain information. There was no news from Jubaofang for a day, which made Yang Feng feel vaguely uneasy.

In the City Lord's Mansion, where Zhao Lingjun practiced, Zhao Lingjun, who was originally weak and shriveled, was now radiant, with spiritual energy surging around his body, and a coercion that transcended the realm of transformation surged around him, and his empty right arm looked a little blinking.

"Damn it, what does this really mean? Why can't my right arm be restored?"

Zhao Lingjun's expression looked a little ferocious, with anger and resentment intertwined in his eyes. As long as his right arm had not recovered, he would not dare to show his face rashly. If it were normal times, he could still be the city lord who lives in seclusion and devotes himself to cultivation without caring about the world. But now the beast tide has just ended.

, if he does not show up, it will only cause more people to speculate.

But if the broken right arm is seen by Yang Feng or people from Jubaofang, the risk of his identity being exposed will skyrocket.

"Why hasn't he come yet?"

Zhao Lingjun waved his hand, and the door was blown open. Yang Yuling was sleeping on the stone bed. There was no way he could hide this hot potato all the time. After pondering for a long time, Zhao Lingjun's figure changed, and black clothes appeared, all around him.

The temperament changed sharply.

…

In the middle of the night, with the bright moon hanging high, Yang Xiao's mansion has been sealed off by the city lord's palace because of Yang Huai's incident. There are always government officials patrolling the area to prevent anyone from rashly breaking in.

Without anyone noticing, a black shadow appeared above the mansion looking down at the scene below.

"Sealed?"

A flash of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the mysterious man. He knew how troublesome Yang Huai was, and it was definitely not an easy task to seal him. The familiar sword intent left at the scene made the murderous intent in the eyes of the mysterious man even more intense.

"It's Yang Feng again!"

The night wind came, and a hint of coolness swept through the Qingtie Mansion. The mysterious man's eyes suddenly changed, and his body staggered to the side. At the same time, a golden rope passed by him.

"Just a little bit."

"Yang Feng, Murong Fu!"

At this time, the mysterious man saw Yang Feng and Murong Fu staring at him on the roof not far away.

Fell into a trap!

The mysterious man's pupils shrank, he raised his hand and exploded a ball of hell fire, and the dense flames rushed towards Yang Feng and Murong Fu.

"Every time I learn something, I gain wisdom. Do you think I will be unprepared?"

Murong Fu chuckled, and in his hand, a porcelain with condensed blue light and fine mouth python patterns suddenly erupted with terrifying suction, swallowing up all the sparks in the sky.

"Sword slave, why don't you take action yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding air was distorted. The mysterious man's eyelids jumped wildly, and his body subconsciously retreated. He saw a huge sword coming out of the twisted space. If he hadn't dodged quickly, this powerful and heavy sword would have been able to do it.

He was severely injured.

"The sword slave of Jubaofang?"

Seeing the sword slave appear, the mysterious man's voice trembled slightly. He knew that Murong Fu's identity was extraordinary, but he didn't expect that there would be a sword slave from the Heaven Transformation Realm accompanying him.

The sword slave was masked in black gauze and dressed in tatters. He held a huge sword in one hand that exuded heavy power. The space around him was distorting visibly to the naked eye.

"Space Distortion Sword Intent?"

Yang Feng, who was watching the show on the roof, raised his eyebrows. Although space distortion is only a branch of the true meaning of space, it is not something ordinary people can understand.

The giant sword seemed to be at least 10,000 pounds heavy, but the sword slave was able to swing it freely. He purely relied on the sword's will to distort the space around the giant sword, and used the space to bear most of the weight of the giant sword. He was able to stay hidden next to Murong Fu.

Without being discovered, he also used his sword to change the space and isolate himself to another space.

It seems that historical changes have also led to the replacement of the sword slave around Murong Fu. This one is much stronger than the one in his memory.

The mysterious man's Hell Demonic Fire Domain poses no threat to the Sword Slave. Although the Sword Slave cannot directly distort the domain space, he can distort the space around him, even if the flames in the Hell Demonic Fire Domain are surging, the sword

The slave can still walk on the ground, this is simply a shameless way of playing.

"Your Majesty, your strategy of sitting back and waiting is so wonderful. How did you know that the thieves of the Soul Worship Cult were colluding with Yang Huai?"

Murong Fu looked at the sword slave who had the upper hand, his brows were filled with joy, and he even started chatting with Yang Feng.

"People flock together and things flock together, and these shady rats always get together."

"Haha, what the prince said is insightful!"

In mid-air, the mysterious man was forced to withdraw from the realm and looked at the sword slave with cold eyes: "Although I can't defeat you, you can't keep me if I leave!"

"You can't leave."

The sword slave's voice was hoarse and low. It sounded like his throat was injured, and his voice was intermittent.

"Buzz!"

While speaking, the mysterious man's eyes suddenly widened. With Sword Slave as the center, all the space within a few hundred meters around him was distorted. No matter which direction he fled, he would eventually be sent to Sword Slave by the distorted space.

This is the bug of the true meaning of space. If someone can really understand the complete true meaning of space, he will definitely have the capital to aspire to the throne of the master of the mountain and sea world.

"Sword slave, don't waste time, catch him!"

Murong Fu shouted from below, and the sword slave did not hesitate at all. He raised his sword and slammed it towards the mysterious man. When the giant sword fell, the space was distorted, and the holes visible to the naked eye emitted a huge suction force, as if to pull the person away.

His soul was dragged in and crushed.

"call!"

Suddenly the air solidified, a hurricane suddenly rolled up, and the surrounding buildings began to collapse on a large scale. The twisted space was also shattered by the sudden hurricane, and it returned to normal in an instant.

Yang Feng and Murong Fu emerged from the dust, staring at the street in the distance. A familiar person was looking at them blankly.

"Zhou Zheng!"

"Something's wrong, be careful."

Yang Feng whispered a reminder. Zhou Zheng broke the deadlock at this time and rescued the mysterious man. In addition to his dull expression, Yang Feng's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous haze lingered in his heart.

Yang Feng and Murong Fu were not the only ones who were shocked. The mysterious man from the Soul Worship Cult also had a puzzled look in his eyes. He didn't know why Zhou Zheng would help him out.

The sword slave knew something was wrong, so he took one step, and the space was distorted and restored, appearing in front of Murong Fu.

"Yang Feng, do you think that after sealing me, I can't do anything to you?"

Zhou Zheng, who was at the end of the street corner, suddenly laughed ferociously, and the aura of the Heavenly Transformation Realm suddenly burst out, the realm opened, and groups of hurricanes rushed toward Yang Feng crazily.

"The contamination has not been completely removed!"

Yang Feng's eyes flashed, and the sword energy behind him had already been brewing. The storm and hurricane formed by the sword energy collided together, and the escaped sword energy and wind knives directly leveled the surrounding areas.

"Haha, don't you want to catch me? Come again!"

The mysterious man laughed loudly in mid-air, and the Hell Demonic Fire Domain opened again, and balls of black fire surged toward Yang Feng's back.

"Sword slave, stop him!"

Murong Fu shouted loudly, Yang Feng was very important, whether it was the people behind him or his talent, he was worthy of protecting him.

The sword slave hesitated for a moment, and then stood behind Yang Feng. The space was distorted, and the giant sword hit the mysterious man again.

Kendo is never about defense. Extreme offense is the best defense.

"Your Majesty, let me help you!"

Murong Fu shouted loudly, and the porcelain that had just swallowed the Hell Demon Fire suddenly shook, and a large amount of Hell Demon Fire spurted out from the mouth of the bottle and shot towards Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng chuckled, and a wind knife formed around him, instantly extinguishing the hell demon fire. The next second, the air flow under Zhou Zheng's feet gathered, and in an instant the soft sword had already reached Murong Fu.

"You are the one who presides over the sealing technique, your life is the interest!"

Murong Fu's pupils shrank, Zhou Zheng's sword was too fast, and he didn't even have time to activate the protective magic weapon.

"clang!"

Sparks flew out, and Murong Fu felt himself being thrown away by a strong force. Yang Feng and Zhou Zheng's swords had collided with each other in his sight.